Tik kosminės šiukšlės

Geriausias eilėraštis, kuris mane užvaldė. Nors atrodo baisus apie mirtį, bet tai netiesa. Tai yra pats optimiškiausias eilėraštis apie gyvenimą. O jei nematai, tai žinok, reikia žiūrėti ne akimis.

Do not stand at my grave and weep,

I am not there, I do not sleep.

                                                   I am a thousand winds that blow.

                                                   I am the diamond glint on the snow.

                                                   I am the sunlight on ripened grain.

                                                   I am the gentle autumn rain.

 When you wake in a morning hush,

I am the swift, uplifting rush.

Of quiet birds in circling flight.

I am the soft starlight at night.

                                                     Do not stand at my grave and weep.

                                                     I am not there, I do not sleep.

                                                     Do not stand at my grave and cry.

                                                     I am not there, I did not die!

                                                           Mary Frye (1932)